<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Melodie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/melodie/</link><description>Recent content in Melodie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/melodie/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Easter Bunny</title><link>/stories/2015/04/04/easter-bunny/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/04/04/easter-bunny/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A few months ago, when laying in bed after I was spent by a wonderful evening of sex, my boyfriend Mike, asked me if I would like to be a living doll in a full size box like those in stories I read on a web site. &amp;ldquo;Well not exactly like those dolls but you would be in a box with clear plastic&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well I don&amp;rsquo;t know, I haven&amp;rsquo;t thought about it. You mean I would be tied in a box like a new doll?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Step Too Far</title><link>/stories/2010/03/04/a-step-too-far/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/04/a-step-too-far/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I entered the parking lot of the office building, walking straight to the rear of it. My car was parked about a mile away in a residential street so as not to attract suspicion. I had chosen this place as it was an upscale office complex. In one of the rear corners of the first level, stood the reception area. With the ground level sunken, there was one dock for truck and just beside it, the garbage container.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Folded &amp; Boxed</title><link>/stories/2009/10/22/folded-boxed/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/10/22/folded-boxed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was in the mid 90s before LCD projectors became the norm for office conferences. Our company was specialized in manufacturing tarp and other similar product. Our plant was producing heavy duty rubber coated cotton tarp. I had just been promoted to the personal secretary to my new manager on the 2nd floor 3 weeks beforehand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On that dreadful morning, I was just finishing copying a presentation that my boss was going to make. The presentation was scheduled to start in 2 minutes and I was running late. As soon as I finished putting them together, I headed for the conference room, taking a shortcut on the pathway that overhung the production floor behind the office. I don&amp;rsquo;t usually go this way as the noise is so loud. On my way to the conference room, my right heel got caught in a crack in the old concrete sending me off balance. Trying to regain my balance, I dropped the presentation on the floor and my worst nightmare happened. One of the copies glided toward the edge and dropped below on to the production floor.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Melodie's First Time</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/melodies-first-time/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/melodies-first-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The sky is just starting to turn blue to the east. I am walking in the warm night with my back pack. The streets are all deserted while people are still sleeping. In two minutes I will reach my goal. The air is warm in this early June morning. I feel a little bit cold in my leggings and light tank top. I walked by the building which house a daycare center, dry cleaner and a convenient store. I look at my watch and it is 04:11 I turn left and walk the path going around. My goal is there, a big blue metal box shinning in the single light at the top of the building.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>